Within ten minutes, three local police cruisers pulled up along the bright circular driveway outside the estate.
Red and blue lights flashed brightly through the large front glass windows of the luxury mansion hall.
Four armed police officers walked quickly into the hallway with their hands resting on their utility belts.
Arthur stepped forward calmly and pointed directly at Evelyn, who remained crying on the marble floor.
Arthur: Officer, this woman kidnapped my son and kept him hidden inside that wall for years.
The lead police officer looked at the smashed wall, the heavy hammer, and the tiny hidden bedroom space.
He then looked at the pale boy standing safely in Arthur's arms and immediately understood the whole situation.
Officer: Hand over the audio recording device so we can secure it as main evidence, sir.
Arthur carefully placed the small black recorder directly into the officer's clear plastic evidence bag.
The second officer pulled out steel handcuffs and stepped toward Evelyn without a single word of hesitation.
Evelyn: You cannot arrest me in my own home in front of all these fancy guests!
Officer: You have the right to remain silent, ma'am, so put your hands behind your back right now.
The officer snapped the cold metallic cuffs around her wrists with a sharp, heavy clicking sound.
Evelyn screamed out in anger and shame as she was led out through the grand double doors.
The gathered guests moved out of the way, shaking their heads in complete disgust at her terrible crime.
Arthur watched as the police officer placed Evelyn into the back seat of the waiting patrol car.
The heavy car door slammed shut, sealing her away to face severe justice and long prison time.
Arthur felt a massive weight lifting off his chest as he turned his attention back to his brave son.
He walked over to a quiet leather couch near the window and sat down with Leo in his lap.
Arthur: How were you able to survive in that small hidden dark room for so long, Leo?
Leo: I knew you were still searching for me every day, Dad, so I never gave up hope.
Arthur hugged his son tightly, resting his chin on top of the boy's soft messy hair.
A team of paramedics walked into the house to check on the young boy's physical health condition.
They wrapped a warm blue blanket around Leo's small shoulders and gave him a fresh juice box.
Paramedic: The boy is slightly underweight, but otherwise he is in surprisingly good physical health condition.
Arthur smiled through his tears, thanking the paramedics for their prompt work and kind support.
He knew the road to full emotional recovery would be long, but they would face it together.